Long Outran Poems
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If my story be told, Lord, I’d have to confess,
I’m a rattlesnake scoundrel, no more and no less.
But I’ll bet even Jesus forgives me my vice.
Seems we both lost our shirt on a throw of the dice.
I’m a graceless, tasteless gamblin’ man,
A working class wager, a Labor Day scam.
Ask not what I’ll give ya, I don’t give a damn.
I’m just a hard gamblin’ man.
I’m a bitter-fruit flower, a weed to the root.
Keep a seven-inch lock-blade tucked in my boot.
See, if life’s been a lesson, then I ain’t learned sh*t.
I’m a bad bridge to cross and a good job to quit.
I’m a ruthless, truthless gamblin’ man,
A head full of fever, a mouth full of sand.
I tip the night porter with blood on my hand.
I’m just a hard gamblin’ man.
Don’t play games with my heart, girl, you’re messin’ with sin.
I’m a slick soulless devil. You ain’t gonna win.
If you’re tryin’ to bluff, I’ll be readin’ your mind.
If you’ve got a full house, I’ll have four-of-a-kind.
I’m a shameless, blameless gamblin’ man.
I’ve been to St. Louis. I’ve been to Japan.
Ain’t slept with a woman I never outran.
I’m just a hard gamblin’ man.
The McCormick family loves wheels
We like bikes, trikes, mopeds and motorcycles
We like Fords, Chevys, Lincolns and Cadillacs.
We are also racers.
Others watch the Indianapolis 500
We like driving like we just left the pit crew.
Our ancestors started us on this journey.
We were having a race on Wednesday
When grandma got on a moped.
I am going to outrun these cycles! She said.
“Let grandma win! Let grandma win! “ we all yelled.
Unfortunately, the little McCormicks are competitive like us.
They outrode, outraced and outran grandma.
The last one to the finish line, she pouted all day.
There's no other phrase that will get a lad's total attention,
And fill a young feller's soul with dread apprehension,
Than to hear the phrase Moms have used since time began,
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home, young man!"
Cain became envious of his brother Abel and did him in.
This cowardly deed was done much to his Ma's chagrin!
"How dare thee slay thy brother, bringing disgrace to thy clan?"
"Just wait 'til thy Pa gets home, young man!"
As a lad even Jesus was not immune from this threat.
On one occasion He had His Ma in a most terrible fret,
When he dawdled at the temple expounding on God's plan!
"Just wait 'til thy Pa gets home, young man!"
Young Washington, it is alleged, went on a hacking spree,
Chopping down his Pa's favorite cherry tree.
Ma attempted to box his ears, but her he outran.
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home, young man!"
Feckless youths from their Ma's have heard that dire phrase.
Any denial of their transgressions, 'tis useless to raise.
They'd prefer to hear their Ma utter any other expression than,
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home, young man!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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He ran, he raced, he got up and fled,
He sped from the thoughts in his mind,
He had to escape from his tormented world,
Evading the things he would find,
From the demon herself living deep in his head,
From her beautifully horrible voice,
From her words filled with honey covered rational views,
He was the one with a choice,
To stay and give air to these eyes that were dead,
Give time to what he knew was untrue,
Or to run and escape the clutch of fake real,
And become happy and better and new,
Yes, he outran those demonic words in his head,
The negative committee no longer hounds,
Now he walks with honest and healthy good thoughts,
His mind is now healthy and proud.
The sky was a bruised and swollen purple,
bursting open above the slick asphalt.
While all behind me breathed its sour, familiar violence,
I bolted out into the sudden, roaring flood.
The rain was the only thing that ever touched my bare skin
without wanting to leave a mark.
It struck my shoulders like a thousand cold, pin-prick needles,
washing off the stale terror,
drowning out the sudden screams that lived in and around me.
I slammed my canvas boots into the black mirrors of the street,
a wild, breathless grin ripping open my face.
Murky, engine-slicked water exploded upward,
slapping my knees, soaking through my thin denim.
Every heavy splash was a deliberate riot -
I spun in chaotic circles, throwing my head back,
tasting the storm, a creature pure and unpunished.
It was a rare, ecstatic madness to just be small and playing.
And no one came out to seize my wrists.
No voice rose to call me filthy, or foolish, or loud.
The thunder clapped, but it asked for no apology.
For ten exquisite minutes, my laughter outran the noise,
the storm let me exist at my full, unsoftened volume,
and the water held me without demanding I break.
A man and I were in a tent when we heard a lion roar.
I knew that I had to start running or I wouldn't be alive anymore.
That guy said "You must be crazy, a lion can't be outran."
But I didn't have to outrun the lion, I had to outrun that man.
The lion caught up to that man and ate him.
I was faster, that's why he met a fate so grim.
If I had been slower, I would've been that lion's dinner.
But I was very determined, that's why I was the winner.
If you and another person hear a lion, you'd better put on your running shoes.
And you'd better pray that you're faster or your life is something you'll lose.
(This is a fictional poem)
I found the truth like a snake in the grass,
Quiet and cold, but it cut like glass.
He’s with someone new, laughin’ free,
While I patch up dreams he left in me.
It hit like thunder through bone and skin—
How easy it was for him to begin
A life without us, like we were a storm
He outran for sunshine and someone warm.
But I got a baby with eyes just like his,
And she don’t know what forgettin’ is.
She still asks why he don’t ride through,
Still thinks her daddy’s heart beats true.
And me? I break in the dark sometimes,
But I hold it together with nursery rhymes.
‘Cause she deserves a whole momma, not half,
Not one buried in sorrow or lost in the past.
So I lace up my boots when the mornin’ is grey,
Breathe in the Lord and push through the day.
I ain’t done cryin’, but I’m learnin’ to stand—
With a Bible in heart and a child in hand.
I kiss her forehead, whisperin’ low,
“Love sometimes leaves, but you’ll always know
That you were chosen, pure and bright—
Born from love, raised in light.”
She don’t need a bitter momma with shame,
She needs one strong enough to stake her claim—
That hearts can break and still beat right,
That women don’t fold, they learn how to fight.
So no, I ain’t healed, not all the way,
But I smile a bit more with each new day.
And when she laughs, the hurt fades some—
’Cause I’m not just a cowgirl…
I’m her momma. And I won’t come undone.
What I Accomplished
Today I made my way to school
I sat in back and played it cool.
I think of all I might have missed
and then I put them in a list.
Timmy told on Tommy for telling big fat lies
just below the window sill I found three dead flies.
Someone tripped poor Mary but no one would confess
they could see it skinned her knee and tore her favorite dress.
Billy's in big trouble! He got caught being bad!
The teacher and the principle just called his mom and dad.
Larry brought a rubber snake inside of his sack lunch
he showed it to Linda Lou and it scared her a bunch.
Jeffry told a joke today that made the teacher smile
I got one I might tell, but not til after while.
Betty stayed home from school, someone said she's sick
Stuart brought a sucker and gave everyone a lick.
Running as fast as I can I outran my older brother!
Trying just to beat him home and show my list to my mother.
Tomorrow is a brand new day and I'll make a brand new list.
Called if I hadn't come to school, the things I might have missed.
Edwin C Hofert
Modesty is for the one not seeking more,
I came crashing like a wave to rage
my battle over the undeserving one;
I declared my right and proclaimed it on stage..
Give a crown, not a trophy...
I struggled through years of obstinacies,
while others celebrated their life with garb:
nothing was given to me, I earned every degree;
when courage was scarce, I clinged to myself,
hoping that a better day would come!
Riches can make an individual's life free of needless pain,
and from that inheritance I never received a dime:
my careless dad squandered it on a wicked woman,
whose lust for pleasure was as lurid as her mind;
and my quest for a brighter tomorrow remained silent,
but this inner voice was there...to guide my step!
Give a crown, not a trophy...
I outran everyone tripping and falling,
and my stamina got me to the finishing line;
my sweat felt like warm rain
and its raindrops seemed the jewels on that crown
that I had dreamt of winning!
Give a crown, not a trophy;
and do I ask much for this formidable try?
Wealth keeps many from being famous,
it may be rooted in laziness, or a life-style of comfort:
I have neither felt it nor enjoyed it...or even come close;
it isn't given without a cost...it must be earned without haste,
and if it is a crown you are after,
put away all your stubbornness and dare!
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger."
~Constance La France.
I think I am going out of style--
Outdated and outworn,
Life outran me;
But I had my days in the sun,
I had my fun.
It's time to lay back and relax
and reminisce about the days gone by.
I had the highest aspirations,
I had the sturdiest hopes
and I did the very best I knew how.
I had my ups and downs,
Maybe a few more misses and falls
then I now care to recall,
I did not build any Rome
Nor ever aspired for
a scepter or a throne,
Chasing ideals, weaving dreams,
Wooing fame and fortune
was just not me.
I was one of the flock,
Beset with doubts and fears
I went with the flow.
I broke hearts some —
Didn't mend many,
I wronged some —
Didn't amend any.
No matter how often
I now turn back and look,
I see that I lived life the way
it was laid out for me.
I did my deeds without many
applause or rewards received
I fulfilled my lease
and now retreat in peace!
Quote #1 - Inspiration with a theme of - Introspection
~11/18/22
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